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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.