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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.