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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.