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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Faust,
Cluster,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
AZ,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.