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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.