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 Syria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Germs 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.