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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.