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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.