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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.