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 India and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.