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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
UT,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.