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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
The Fall,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.