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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.