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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Ludus,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.