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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.