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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.