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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Swans,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.