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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.