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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.