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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.