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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Magma,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
PIL,
Smog,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.