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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.