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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.