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 Madagascar 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Slave,
Deakin,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
UT,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.