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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.