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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.