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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Wings,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.