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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Erasure,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.