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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.