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 Taiwan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.