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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.