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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.