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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Magma to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.