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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.