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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.