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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
CMW,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.