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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.