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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Black Pus to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.