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 Switzerland 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.