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 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.