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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.