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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.