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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.