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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.