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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Make Up,
MDC,
JFA,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.