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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Visage,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.