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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
AZ,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.