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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 snare 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.