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 Albania 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.