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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Wire,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.