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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.