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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.