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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.