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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.