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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.