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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.