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 Spain 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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.