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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.