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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 the Germs to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.