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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
New Order,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
The Index,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.