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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.