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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
UT,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.