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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.