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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.