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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
UT,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Television,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.