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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.