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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.