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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rekid 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.