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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.