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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.