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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.