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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.