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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.