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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.