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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.