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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.