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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.