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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Crime,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.