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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.