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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.