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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.