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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Fugs to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.