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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Index,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.