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 Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.