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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.