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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.