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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.