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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.