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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.