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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.