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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.