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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.