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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.