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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Television,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.