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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.