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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.