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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.