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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.