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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Pretty Things to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.