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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.