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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.