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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.