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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Josef K,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.