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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.