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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.