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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.