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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Mars,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.