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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.