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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.