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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.