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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.