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 France and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.