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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.