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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.