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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.