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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Oneida,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.