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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.