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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Fear,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.