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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.