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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.