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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.