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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Stooges,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.