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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams 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?
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Brick,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.