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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Nico,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.