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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.