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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
the Association,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.