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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.