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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.