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 Liberia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.