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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Make Up,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.