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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
The Names,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.