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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.