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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.