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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.