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 Kingdom and from Portland.
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 New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.