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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.