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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.