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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.