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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.