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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.