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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.