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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Easy Going 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.