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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 The Fall to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.