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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.