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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.