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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.