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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.