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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.