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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.