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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.