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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.