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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Move to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Japan,
Scion,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.