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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.