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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.