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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.