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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.