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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Jandek,
Ituana,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.