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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.