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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.