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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.