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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Interpol,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.