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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.