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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.