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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.