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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.