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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.