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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Nas,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.