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 Germany 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
MC5,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.