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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.