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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.