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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.