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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.