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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.