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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.