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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.