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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.