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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.