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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.