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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.