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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.