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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.