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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.