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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
PIL,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.