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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.