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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Rekid,
Franke,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.