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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.