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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Oneida,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.