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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.