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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.