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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.