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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.