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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.