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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.