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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
the Germs,
10cc,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.