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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.