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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s 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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.