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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.