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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Television,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Move,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.