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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.