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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.