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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.