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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.