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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.