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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
The Searchers,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.