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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.