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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.