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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.