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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Qualms,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Brick,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.