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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.