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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.