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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.