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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.