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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.