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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.