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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.