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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.