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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
the Germs,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.