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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.