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 Mali 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.