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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.