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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Index,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.