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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.