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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toasters to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
New Order,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.