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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.