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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.