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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.