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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.