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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.