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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.