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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.