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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.