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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.