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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.