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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.