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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.