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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.