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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Swans,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.