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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.