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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
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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.