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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.