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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.