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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.