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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Human League,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.