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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.