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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Standells,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.