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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.