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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.