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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.