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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.