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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.