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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.