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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.