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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.