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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.