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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.