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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.