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 Malawi 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.