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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.