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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.