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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.