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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.