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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.