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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.