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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.