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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.