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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Index,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.