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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
UT,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Smog,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.