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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.