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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.