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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Fugazi,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Crime,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.