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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
MC5,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.