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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.