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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.