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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.