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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.