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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.