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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.