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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.