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 Bangladesh 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.