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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.