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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Fear,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.