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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.