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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.