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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Smog,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.