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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.