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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.