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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.