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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.