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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.