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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.