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 South Africa and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Motions to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
X-101,
Moebius,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.