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 Laos 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.