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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Monolake,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.