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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.