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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.