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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.