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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.