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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.