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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skaos 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ten City 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
AZ,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.