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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.