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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.