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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
the Human League,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.