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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.