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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.