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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.