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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.