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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.