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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.