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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.