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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.