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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Organ,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.