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 Poland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.