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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.