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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Television,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.