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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.