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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 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?
Little Man,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.