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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.