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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Fortunes to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.