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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.