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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.