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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
cv313,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
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.