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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.