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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.