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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.