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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Gories,
The Index,
the Association,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
CMW,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.