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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.