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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.