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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.