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 Burkina 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.