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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.