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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.