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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.