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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.