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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.