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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.