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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.