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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Can,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.