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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.