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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.