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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Visage 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.