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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.