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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.