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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.