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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Moebius,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.