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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.