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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.