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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.