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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.