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 Belarus and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.