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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
CMW,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.