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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.