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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.