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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Index,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.