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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.