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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.