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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.