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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.