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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Index,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.