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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.