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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Franke,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.