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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.