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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.