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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
MC5,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.