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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.