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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.