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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.