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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.