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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Erasure,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
The Sound,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.