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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.