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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fall to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.