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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.