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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers 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?
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.