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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.