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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.