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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.