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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.