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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.