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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.