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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.