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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.