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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.