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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.