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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.