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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.