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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.