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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.