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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.