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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.