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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.