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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.