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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.