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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.