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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Q65,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.