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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.