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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.