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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Remains,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.