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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.