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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.