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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.