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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.