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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.