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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.