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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.