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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 808 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.