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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.