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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Index,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.