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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.