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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.