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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.