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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Franke,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.