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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
10cc,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.