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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Index,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.