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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.