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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.