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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.