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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.