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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.