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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.