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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.