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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.