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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.