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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fear,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Brick,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.