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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.