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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 Delhi and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.