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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.