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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.