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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.