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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.