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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.