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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.