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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.