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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.