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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.