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 Slovenia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.