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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Technova,
The Gories,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.