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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.