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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.