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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Magma,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.