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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.