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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.