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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.