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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.