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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Brass Construction 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The Evens,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.