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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Faust,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.