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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.