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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.