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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Crime,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.