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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.