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 Mali and from Portland.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.