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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.