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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.