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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.