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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
ABC,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.