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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.