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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.