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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.