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 Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.