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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.