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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Can,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.