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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.