Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.