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 New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.