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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Can,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.