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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.