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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Sound,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.