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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.