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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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 Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.