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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.