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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.