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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.