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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.