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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.