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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.