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 India and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.