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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.