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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Monks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.