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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Index,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.