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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.