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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.