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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
cv313,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Nico,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.