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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.