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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
10cc,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.