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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dead C 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Index,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.