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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Residents,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.