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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Q65,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.