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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.