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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.