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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.