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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.