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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Swans,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.