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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.