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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.