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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Motorama 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.