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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.