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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.