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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Can,
Rekid,
Scientists,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.