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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.