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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Index,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.