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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.