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 Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.