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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.