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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.