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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.