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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 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 David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
MC5,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
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.