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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.