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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.