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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.