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 Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.