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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.