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 China and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.