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 Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
cv313,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.