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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.